Saturday, March 23, 2013
Sunday, March 17, 2013
Saturday, March 9, 2013
After three treks to Europe, I came home with more than just colorful stamps in my passport.
I learned to appreciation the European lifestyle, the war torn battleground of my grandparent's generation, and the opulent art that defies time and endures. In short, I can home with lessons, I came home with knowledge and there is beauty in something freely given and gladly taken.
My personal list of favorite European destinations, is just that: personal. This list leaves out Barcelona, London, Venice, Bath, Avignon, Seville (and so many more). Places that swell my heart in memory, but felt like well worn linen. Too popular to mention here (and I didn't have any good pictures and these vain things matter to me). Fortunately for us, better writers have already serenaded these places, so they do not run the risk of fading into obscurity in my lifetime.
All that considered, below are my honest recommendations for people looking for a memorable and diverse backpacking trip in Europe.
A calm and vibrant coastal town that hugs the hillside and provides spectacular views of the Mediterranean Sea. This romantic villa is the perfect place for a romantic stroll, the Via dell'Amore (the way of love), is path that provides unmatched views of the Sea. $$$
Sunday, February 10, 2013
Thursday, January 31, 2013
Saturday, January 26, 2013
Admittance to Blarney Castle grants you entrance to not only the Castle, but to numerous gardens, the famous Blarney Stone, an exterior view of the “modern” estate, and the magical Rock Close.
The Rock Close was by far my favorite attraction.
I really had no idea what a Rock Close was and I was pleasantly surprised by the treasures awaiting us there.
Sunday, January 20, 2013
The Blarney Stone is a block of bluestone that lives in Blarney Castle and is world-renowned for it’s alleged magical properties. Legend states that those brave enough to kiss the Blarney Stone are blessed with the “gift of the gab”. Gab is a trait marked by one’s eloquence with words, wit and ability to use humor to win people over.
Who wouldn’t want that?
Sunday, January 13, 2013
Sunday, January 6, 2013
I loved Dublin.
It was, alas, a quick trip. We spent two nights in a Townhouse hostel that was once probably someone's grand home. Today it is a three star hostel whose floorboards sink underneath musty carpets and features communal bathrooms designed to rival any truck stop.
It wasn't the Ritz, but it was clean with an excellent location. And if I am being completely honest, I am attracted to the dilapidated estates of yore. While the upstairs remodel was a hatchet job, the downstairs was worn, but bright and was once clearly grand.
The buildings aristocratic face was still in place, with it's tall ceilings, crown molding and curved staircases. It was a bit like visiting the dinosaur exhibit at the Museum. You marvel at the bones and imagine what it used to be back in the glory days.
Monday, December 31, 2012
On our last day in Belfast, I left Rob slumbering at the hostel to explore The Queen's University Botanical Gardens. It was a peaceful Sunday morning and I had the grounds almost entirely to myself. It was a pleasant day and after spending the better part of an hour poking around the gardens, I decided to make the trek back to hostel.
As I neared the exit, a mysterious building caught my eye. At first glance, it appeared to be an abandoned warehouse covered in Ivy. The brick building was swathed in green and the few windows I could see were obscured with vines.